Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2484 | 2010-10-09 17:06:52 | 74.31 | |
| 2036 | 2010-03-22 19:13:14 | 80.68 | |
| 2013 | 2010-03-21 22:16:39 | 69.80 | |
| 1694 | 2010-02-26 18:42:50 | 68.91 | |
| 1212 | 2009-12-17 22:56:33 | 69.77 | |
| 810 | 2009-11-17 12:55:24 | 70.89 | |
| 663 | 2009-11-12 17:28:54 | 73.56 | |
| 316 | 2009-10-20 19:37:05 | 60.09 |